Disclaimer: Shame I don't own. We'd be seeing a lot more of Claude if I did.
A/N: Yes, it's supposed to be this short. It's a drabble. There's hints of Paire if you want to see them. Please review if you like.
It's heartbreaking in more ways than one looking at Peter. He looks almost the same, his hair still growing back from when Sylar cut it and his eyes aren't filled with the bright enthusiasm she's grown to love, but he's Peter.
He seems more tired now, and when he turns to her she can see confusion written all over his face. A frown appears like he's trying to think of what to say and she smiles gently knowing he won't.
"Peter? I'm Claire; it's nice to meet you." She fights back the tears threatening to brim over, silently cursing the day Peter met the Haitian.